‘Do you know that Phalaenopsis just keeps blooming’.
‘Like us… ’ she had smiled.
Leyla is standing by the window. All is grey, sleet covering the streets. Clouds. The orchid’s still blooming, but Jimmy’s gone.
‘We wilted first…’ she sighs.
Opening the window she ponders height. Will it be painful? Will he know that she has left? Or how she left?
Her tears have dried, but when she grabs the flowerpot she senses its life.
She will put an end to life.
She hurls the uprooted flower through the open window,takes her suitcase. Leaves. This place. This town. This life.
Today it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, and the prompt came to me instantly as I saw the suicidal possibility in the picture. But I decided to end in a more uplifting mood. I have been quite busy lately, but it’s great to write to the prompt again after one absence.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful blogging community lead by Rochelle who brings us a new picture (almost) every week.
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February 1, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
At least she chose life for herself.
I think she will be better off… sometimes you just have to leave.
Happy birthday, Björn! I am ever so glad the pot went over the sill instead of her… Much better for her to move on forward instead of downward!
Nice to have a hopeful ending. Nicely done.
There was a lot of different emotion in that story Bjorn, nicely told
A lot of pent-up anger in this piece. I’m glad the only victim in the end was a pot plant.
Well done. But the poor innocent plant — hopefully it didn’t bonk anyone down there. It’s definitely time for her to move on.
Like Dale, I thought she was going over
Loved how she felt life from the flower pot.
Thanks for a happy ending. Plants are easy to replace.
Oh no, for both lives lost. Trust she will have a better one in her next!😢
Oh my, you really had me scared there that she was going over the ledge herself. I’m glad she made the right decision for herself, if not for that poor plant.
You turned that nicely, Bjorn. Hope you had a lovely birthday.
Dear Björn,
I laughed with relief. Glad it was the plant’s life and not hers. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I’m glad it was the flower and not her going out of the window 🙂
I hope someone rescued the poor old flower.😉
I was tense reading this expecting her to go out the window. Very glad she didn’t.
You had my emotions all over the place. Great twist at the end.
So a not-so-final finale. End as a beginning, perfect.
I am glad she didn’t follow the pot out the window. Well crafted, leading us somewhere then pulling back.
i thought she would jump. i was glad she didn’t. good for her.
Stupid flower. It’s all the orchid’s fault. No telling how many relationships they’ve killed. He may not miss her, but I bet he’ll be pissed about the flower.
You had me going there! I do feel a bit sorry for the orchid though.
My story is called Stardust
Good for her! Shutting the door on the past and moving right along! Good write. 🙂 ❤
This week’s stories are all melancholic.! Your woman must have been really fed up with her life to kill an orchid.
Phew! I thought she was going to jump!
For a moment I thought she was about to jump herself, pleased she didn’t but she does sound very bitter, she could have let the flower live at least.
Ah! Much better choice on her part!
I like the comparison she makes between the life of the plant and her life of her relationship. And I’m glad she leaves in the end, rather than jumping. Poor plant, but determined woman. Nice job, Björn.
A strong woman, here. She’ll do well elsewhere.
I’m glad you chose a different path for this story.
What a relief that she threw the flower out and chose life. She had her bags packed so must have been torn two ways. Good writing. I’m so sorry I missed your birthday. I’m shamefully behind in my emails again. Happy Belated Birthday! 🙂 — Suzanne